Early the next morning, Ni Bingyan put on his sportswear and hiking shoes as usual, put on his hiking bag, carried his hiking poles, and set off with his team.
She made a guide last night and knew that there was a small temple nearby that was very effective. She decided to go there today.
In crowded places, she could only set out early like yesterday, and also work hard to get to remote places.
The experience is really not that good.
Moreover, most of the audience have been to popular attractions. If she always goes to popular attractions, the show will inevitably be boring.
There is no access road next to the temple, so the group can only get off the bus at the mountain pass and walk in.
"It seems that the incense in this temple is really good."
Ni Bingyan poked the hardened dirt road under his feet with his hiking pole, and couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the tree roots that popped out of the ground from time to time.
There probably wasn't a road here, but it became a road because there were so many people walking on it.
A path in the valley leads directly to Wumingshan Temple.
It is the most beautiful April day in the world. From time to time, there are peach, plum and apricot trees on the hills on both sides. Pink and white flowers bloom all over the trees. Bees and butterflies fly around them in groups, even in the valleys where the lighting conditions are not good. Here, there are still countless wild flowers.
Ni Bingyan picked the stones along the way.
Wild peas, wild cabbage, dandelions, granola, snakeberries, and a handful of purple groundweed...
Red, yellow, green, purple, white...
In the season of budding hearts, even weeds dare to fight for spring.
Ni Bingyan tied a bouquet of wild flowers for himself, picked a few large tung leaves, pulled silk thatch, and tied the bouquet.
"Wow wow wow! I want it too!"
The wild flowers in the mountains are all over the mountains and valleys. When everyone saw that she tied a bunch of flowers beautifully, they all clamored to tie a bunch of them too.
"Hey, why is no one here today? Isn't it said to be very effective and popular?"
"I don't know!"
"Maybe we came too early?"
"It may also be because today is not a day off."
"Maybe people are just walking in front or behind."
A group of people were talking and walking slowly.
I brought a lot of food today, and there were no shortcuts to the small temple. Everyone was very relaxed, and most of their conversations were about unnutritious topics.
Wang Xi accidentally touched a nettle tree and remembered that Ni Bingyan had used the young leaves to rinse hot pot before. He couldn't help but burst into tears and looked at her with accusing eyes.
Ni Bingyan didn't know why she looked at him like this. He thought she wanted her own bouquet, so he handed it to her without saying a word.
Wang Xi then pointed out the redness and swelling on the back of his hand to her.
Ni Bingyan hurriedly took out the iodophor and disinfected her.
"This season, everyone has to be careful about snakes, insects, rats, and ants! Use your hiking poles more frequently and pat the grass and trees on both sides of the road more often."
They were outnumbered and noisy, with only wild animals hiding from them.
"Hey, is this tea? I remember it seems edible, right?"
"If you're not sure, don't eat it... What should you do if you get food poisoning in the wilderness?"
"That makes sense!"
So Ni Bingyan took out a plastic bag from his bag, shook it open, and picked the fruits next to each other.
"I'll find out when I take it back and ask the locals."
After picking tea leaves, she saw a cluster of duck feet in front of her, so she picked out some of the tender ones.
“It’s very delicious~”
Ni Bingyan liked doing these things very much. Pei Jin looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting late, so he hurriedly urged:
"The main task today is to worship Buddha, don't waste time~"
Ni Bingyan sighed sadly, but still put away his things and walked forward in an orderly manner.
Near noon, everyone finally arrived.
I saw a small temple on a small hillside. The small temple looked quite old.
The eaves are low and there are no lights in the room. Through the sunlight, you can faintly see the pink lotus throne under the statue of the god.
There is a stone cauldron in front of the temple. Someone is holding three notes of lit incense and kowtows devoutly there.
I don’t know who sent the futon. It was made of straw and was half rotten.
Ni Bingyan looked around and saw a bamboo basket under the eaves with a bundle of incense in it, so he went to see how to buy it.
I looked left and right, but I didn't see anything like a payment code.
Just when they didn't know what to do, someone had already noticed them.
In small rural temples, most locals come to contribute incense. It is rare to see someone carrying a camera, so I can't help but feel curious.
"Hey? What are you doing here?"
When the old lady opened her mouth, she didn't recognize Ni Bingyan.
Also from Southwest F4, Ni Bingyan could barely understand her words, so he explained to her: "Mother-in-law, I haven't had much luck recently. I heard that this place is efficacious, so I wanted to come and say goodbye."
"Oh, you don't usually burn incense, so you're just doing it temporarily! Don't you even know that the one worshiping here is Guanyin?"
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The old lady said this relatively quickly, and Ni Bingyan's head was full of questions. When he understood what she meant, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
It turns out that this place is for good pregnancy, not good luck.
However, as the saying goes, it comes as it comes...
"Mother-in-law, I'm going to get married in the second half of the year. Is it okay to come and ask for help first?"
"That's for sure! If you get pregnant later, remember to return your wish!"
Knowing that she was getting married, the old lady suddenly became very tolerant.
"You are so beautiful, your baby will be beautiful too! Come and get the incense. We believers made it and put it here. Sincerity will lead to success, and it doesn't cost anything."
Unexpectedly, it was free. Ni Bingyan was very embarrassed and wanted to look for a merit box or something to donate some sesame oil money, but he couldn't find it.
"There is nothing like that here. I heard that the temples were built by people nearby. If there are any holes or leaks, people will come over and repair them. The temple is in the mountains. If there is a fire, it will be impossible to save it. , I don’t light sesame oil when no one is around.”
As for when there are people around, they just bring some over and offer them as offerings.
This old lady was very talkative. She held Ni Bingyan and talked for a long time. When the cameraman refused to take a picture of her, she took the initiative to stretch her clothes and move closer to the camera.
"Are you going to be on TV? I haven't been on TV yet, why don't you take me with you!"
Very simple and careful, Ni Bingyan couldn't help but smile and took her arm.
"It's going to be on TV. Leave your phone number later and I'll let you know when it's released."
"Hey, hey, hey! You go and burn incense first, there's no rush to appear on TV."
Compared with faith, TV and other things have to be put aside.
Ni Bingyan obediently lit three incense sticks, held them in his hand and bowed.
In the first prayer, it seemed like there was a gust of wind, in the second prayer, it seemed to be shaking somewhere, and in the third prayer, the small temple in front collapsed.
The compassionate Guanyin held a little baby in her arms and sat upright. It seemed to be about three meters tall.
The smoke and dust cleared, leaving him unscathed.
Ni Bingyan was startled. He looked up and saw the Bodhisattva lowering his eyes with pity, as if he was looking at the people prostrating in front of the temple.
At this time, in front of the small temple, in addition to Ni Bingyan, there were also the enthusiastic old lady just now, and several aunts who were about to leave after finishing incense.
Hearing a loud noise behind him, he looked up at the same time and saw Ni Bingyan holding incense in his hand. He was neither inserting it nor holding it. His eyes were extremely panicked. Look at this, look at that. Maybe the frightened bird was specially prepared for this situation. Designed.
His family knew his own affairs, and Ni Bingyan knew how he came into this world, and he couldn't help but panic.
I have been to Buddhist and Taoist temples before, and it was no problem! What's going on today?
Is this Bodhisattva really so smart that he recognized her as an outsider?
While she was panicking, she heard the old lady even more panicked than she was, slapping her thighs and crying: "What on earth did you wish for? Could it be that you want to have a baby of eight!" (End of Chapter)
